The Ice Storm

"Hey. Krit here. Jus' checking in, everything's okay." Click.

"Yeah, it's Zane. All clear. Later, bro'." Click.

"I swear, big brother, if I catch you cleaning out my fridge one more time, I'll kick your ass into next Tuesday." Click. Syl, he reflected, as something that, had it not been emanating from him, could have been considered a small smile of pride crossed his face.

"Um, it's Jace. Me and little Maxie are fine, everything's clear. Bye." Click.

"Zack! For chrissake help me! They've locked onto me and I can't get – bzzt." Click.

Whoa, that one sure got his attention. The smirk of self-satisfaction from raiding Syl's refrigerator fell off his face as if he'd been slapped with a wet fish.

Jondy. "Shit."